- Mar 21, 2025
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At such a young age the wonder of camp has yet to wash off of him. Bogkit carries out his day as normal, trying to scoot as far away from the nursery as he can without his mother noticing. It's never very far and he always stops when asked, though each day he manages to get a little further every time. How could he not want to explore when everything just seemed so grand? Not caring to commit every face to memory served him well because the clan felt bustling with new cats to meet every day. There are some that stick out, that only being family. Bright amber eyes flicker out in hope of seeing Pebbletail, while he is so unfortunate for that he does come across someone else.
The glint of the sun against exposed teeth gives away Cicadaflight as if his scruffy appearance and stark pelt wouldn't. "Cada! Cada!" He yells from where he's so diligently sitting, waiting until the tom was coming closer, which he had to have been since Bogkit doesn't stop his yelling. He likes Cicadaflight, since the kit always curls his lip he too has exposed teeth and while his relatives isn't always there he notices enough. In a way it felt like they were part of an exclusive club because of it!
Blowing long scraggly tufts of fur out of his face he beams up at the tom. "S'why do you have holes?" He asks tapping at the side of his own mouth. Bogkit knows about scars, understands that violence causes them. This however was unlike any scar that his young eyes have seen before, so it must be important. "Do your teeth get cold?" Surely they must, his fur bristles at the thought of it.
@CICADAFLIGHT
The glint of the sun against exposed teeth gives away Cicadaflight as if his scruffy appearance and stark pelt wouldn't. "Cada! Cada!" He yells from where he's so diligently sitting, waiting until the tom was coming closer, which he had to have been since Bogkit doesn't stop his yelling. He likes Cicadaflight, since the kit always curls his lip he too has exposed teeth and while his relatives isn't always there he notices enough. In a way it felt like they were part of an exclusive club because of it!
Blowing long scraggly tufts of fur out of his face he beams up at the tom. "S'why do you have holes?" He asks tapping at the side of his own mouth. Bogkit knows about scars, understands that violence causes them. This however was unlike any scar that his young eyes have seen before, so it must be important. "Do your teeth get cold?" Surely they must, his fur bristles at the thought of it.
@CICADAFLIGHT